Perfect Timing (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Chapter 2: Just get it over with...

                          (Your P.O.V)
   "Go ahead, kill me! My life I already miserable!" I shouted at him crossing my arms. I thought I was ready I THOUGHT I could  handle it.
    But the more he moved closer the more my heart sank and speed up.
     He was only inches from me now, he was so close I could feel his sharp breaths from his nose attack mine.
     "You think your life is horrible?"
A deep husky voice filled my ears when I noticed it was him speaking. 
    The man pulled down his metal smile revealing his real one. He had a huge gash in his left cheek revealing teeth.
    "I can't feel the pain...so it doesn't hurt..." He pulled at hatchet to my neck making me swallow.
     "But for you....it'll be a different story."

  I frowned, apparently my smart mouth was on Overdrive.
     "Then end my story!" I hissed.
His pulled his metal smile back up. His goggles fixed on me.
   "With pleasure...." He chuckled evilly pressing his hatchet into my neck slowly drawing blood.
    The man wrapped his arm around my rib cage so he could grab my back, pretty much leaning me abit so the hatchet would slide in easier.
     The pain began to build until I a me to my senses that a killer was trying to end me.
  I tried to push away but I already sealed my fate by my stupid mouth.
    I coughed no longer able to breath still thrashing to push away.
  He was too strong, I punched and kicked but he didn't move at all.
    He was right when he said he didn't feel pain,He didn't even flinch.
    More blood poured from my neck, I could feel my body grow heavy and pain rushed down from my neck to my toes and back up to my brain.
   What have I done....
  
A tear slipped down my cheek finally in regret and sorrow of my actions.
  Just because I thought my life wasn't perfect I was going to let a killer kill me right here on my roof.

The man pulled closer to my face, "this is pain (y/n)...embrace it...because I can't..." He twitched again letting me ago leaving me on the ground holding my throat and coughing desperately.
  He kneeled beside me with his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry...this will be over soon. " he chuckled madly before standing back up and brining one of his hatchets over his head.
    
I looked up at him still coughing and staring in horror. But something was wrong he was hesitating trying to get a good grip on his hatchet.
     
I heard a deep breath come from him until he shook his head and finally got a grip on his hatchet twitching again.
  He pulled back further, "dammit (y/n)! Look the fuck away! I can't do this!" He growled.
    Why not? Just get it over with!.
Suddenly a Familiar high pitched voice called from below.
  Holding back coughes and trying to keep the blood back, but it just slipped through my fingers I looked down to see a similar child that looked like mom and dad.
   "(y/n)?!" He squealed, he looked terrible, he was covered in gashes and burned wounds.
  "Timothy?" I whispered before calling out louder.
    "Timothy!" I could feel tears of joy rush out at me before remembering the man I looked behind me.
   He was gone.
I looked around desperately, Timothy could be in danger.
   I looked over the roof again to see Timothy heading for the front door.
   "TIMOTHY NO DONT GO IN-" I couldn't finish my sentence my hand slipped from my throat and with blood on it I slipped off the roof head first and hitting the ground with a thud and blacking out.